Years and years ago, someone planted a tree but never saw it grow. It takes time for trees to mature. But, full grown, the tree provided cooling shade for people, animals, for the earth itself. It lived its life authentically. Each year the tree would dress up in a colorful robe of reds and yellows. People came from everywhere go admire the tree’s beauty. Then, when the air grew crisp, the tree, assisted by a friendly northern wind, shook and shook until all the leaves tumbled to the ground. And there it stood, stripped of its colorful leaves, now revealing a marvelous work of art. What artist could create something as stunning as the stark reality that waits just below the surface? What artist, indeed.
Only One.
Shining Spirit 
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